Ariel felt her eyes constrict, and she could almost feel herself having an attack again.
Taking in deep breaths, Ariel tried to think, "You look beautiful." Vincent commented out of nowhere with a genuine smile on his face.
"This is not the time to say nonsense." Ariel cautioned feeling the tears rushing back to her eyes once more, she disliked his guy, why is she afraid of the fact it might be his last.
"Think Ariel." She muttered to herself, looking at Vincent who was growing weaker by the second, it seems as if he was struggling to stay conscious.
"I need to get the bullet out, then suppress the bleeding." Gently laying Vincent down on the ground, Ariel sprinted up and grabbed a knife that was laying on the table and the bottle of alcohol.
